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In the evening, the living room of Hanamichi’s home was filled with the pleasant aroma of butter.
In the kitchen, Tsumugi is skillfully shaking a frying pan and stir-frying chicken rice. The colorful ingredients bounce around in the frying pan, spreading an appetizing savory sound.
“It smells good……”
Hanamichi, who was sitting on the sofa, muttered with a twitch of his nose.
“Fufu, right? I said I’ll make you a delicious omelet rice !”
Tsumugi winked and lightly turned the handle of the frying pan.
Hanamichi gazed at her back and thought back to today’s lunch.
“……Well, I haven’t properly told you what I thought of your lunch yet.”
At these words, Tsumugi’s hand stopped dead in its tracks.
“Eh?”
She took the frying pan off the heat for a moment and turned around and looked at Hanamichi with expectant eyes.
“How was it? Did it suit Morita kun’s palate?”
Hanamichi scratched his cheeks in embarrassment.
“I have to admit, it was great.”
“……!”
“It was seriously delicious. The fried egg was soft and fluffy with just the right amount of sweetness, and the fried chicken was crispy and juicy inside. The rice was cooked just right, and I couldn’t stop eating.”
The moment he had finished saying all of that at once—.
“….Ehehehe.”
Tsumugi’s face brightened. With a big smile on her face, she relaxed her shoulders.
“If it was that delicious, then good ! I’m so happy ! !”
She laughs, clasping her hands tightly in front of her chest. She looks so happy that Hanamichi can’t help but smile.
“I’ll make it again tomorrow, so look forward to it !”
“I’ll be looking forward to it !”
Hanamichi nodded lightly, and Tsumugi went back to cooking and began to crack the eggs into the bowl.
“Now, let’s make today’s main dish, the fluffy omelet rice !”
“Fluffy……”
Hanamichi’s appetite was strongly stimulated.
“Now that I think about it, when people eat omelet rice at home, they usually either prefer ketchup or demi-glace, right?”
“Yeah ! I think I’m a ketchup person. It’s simple and tasty !”
“I’m a ketchup person myself. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always had ketchup with my omelet rice.”
“Fufu, we are the same !”
Tsumugi poured the egg mixture into the frying pan with a happy smile on her face. She inserts a spatula into the oozing eggs and gently stirs them until they are soft and fluffy.
“Mikami, is this how you make it at home?”
“Ummm……well, usually it’s a simpler version. But when mom is home, I make omelet rice and other dishes.”
“Heh…..”
Hanamichi leaned back on the sofa and watched Tsumugi cooking in the kitchen.
“Now that I think of it, Mikami, do you like sweet things?”
“Eh? Yeah, I quite like it ! Especially chocolate and pancakes !”
“Pancakes, huh……”
“Why?”
“Well, I’ve seen you buying pancakes at convenience stores and eating them.”
“Eh, you saw it !? How embarrassing ! !”
Tsumugi crouched down slightly, covering her face with both hands.
“No no, it’s fine. It was normal.”
“Don’t you feel embarrassed when people see you eating?”
“No, I don’t mind. I’m more interested in people who eat like they’re eating well.”
“…..I-is that so?”
Tsumugi blushed a little as she placed the eggs from the frying pan on top of the chicken rice.
“Finished !”
The fluffy omelet on the plate. On top of it, Tsumugi drew the “Comedy 5” mark with ketchup.
“It’s done, Morita kun !”
“Oh ! Looks so good !”
Hanamichi rushes to the kitchen and stares at the steaming omelette. He picked up a spoon and took a bite.
“……! !”
His eyes widen.
“How do you like it?”
“……Yum ! This is restaurant quality !”
“Really !? Yay ! !”
Tsumugi jumped with joy.
“The omelet rice is really fluffy and the seasoning of the chicken rice is perfect. Did you take some kind of cooking class?”
“It’s self-taught ! But I’m glad you’re happy with it !”
Tsumugi sat down in a chair with a smile on her face, facing Hanamichi, and began to eat.
“……Hey, Mikami.”
“Hm?”
“Are you gonna work in the culinary field in the future?”
Tsumugi thought for a moment at Hanamichi’s casual question before smiling gently.
“No, nothing in particular. It’s just…”
“Just?”
“I’m really happy when someone says it’s delicious. So I guess that’s not so bad.”
Hearing those words, Hanamichi is a little surprised.
“……I see.”
“Yeah !”
Tsumugi nodded with a big smile.
“I’ll make another one tomorrow !”
“Oh, I’m counting on you.”
Thus, Hanamichi and Tsumugi’s dinner proceeded in a warm atmosphere.
Eating her cooking gradually became a “special time” for Hanamichi.
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